The Rosemary Branch.

Grow for two ends, it matters not at all,
Be 't for my bridal or my burial.

Robert Herrick

Robert Herrick was a 17th-century English lyric poet and cleric. He is known for his book of poems, "Hesperides," which includes the carpe diem poem "To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time." His works are noted for their clarity, simplicity, and musical quality. Herrick was also a vicar of Dean Prior in Devon, despite being ejected during the English Civil War and later reinstated.

Robert Herrick

To Carnations: A Song

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

Reward And Punishments.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

A Nuptial Verse To Mistress Elizabeth Lee, Now Lady Tracy.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

To His Friend, Mr. J. Jincks.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

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To Roses In Julia's Bosom.

Roses, you can never die,
Since the place wherein ye lie,
Heat and moisture mix'd are so
As to make ye ever grow.

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To Rosemary And Bays.

My wooing's ended: now my wedding's near
When gloves are giving, gilded be you there.

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The Rosary

One asked me where the roses grew:
I bade him not go seek,
But forwith bade my Julia show
A bud in either cheek.

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Upon A Virgin Kissing A Rose.

'Twas but a single rose,
Till you on it did breathe;
But since, methinks, it shows
Not so much rose as wreath.

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To The Rose: A Song

Go, happy Rose, and interwove
With other flowers, bind my Love.
Tell her, too, she must not be
Longer flowing, longer free,
That so oft has fetter'd me.

Say, if she's fretful, I have bands
Of pearl and gold, to bind her hands;
Tell her, if she struggle still,
I have myrtle rods at will,
For to tame, though not to kill.

Take thou my blessing thus, and go
And tell her this, but do not so!
Lest a handsome anger fly
Like a lightning from her eye,
And burn thee up, as well as I!

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To His Book.

Thou art a plant sprung up to wither never,
But like a laurel to grow green for ever.

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